The Man Behind The Hands

...and the sky awaits us allnow I know today will be the daywhere my throat goes firstbut tonight there will be no slowing of my heartor calming my pulseI want you feelI want you to feel your pulse in my wordsand make your actions speak louderWe're as children numbered in millionsMade for a kingdombut all designed to failWe were designed to failwe were all designed to failThis is the reason he created seasonsSo we can all learn when our leaves fallIn June this is the reason he created seasonsSo shoot the arrow but don't miss the appleI need my eyesI need my eyes as much as my throatAs much as my voiceGod send us down and angelSo she can purge the churchSend her to the earth as living proof of worth worshipNot your priestsNor your whoresnot anything more thanMore than what you leak out of all your poresyou have already been marked for deathYou have already been marked for deathyou made the mark yourselfSo I ask you all if tomorrow never camewould you think or would you act the sameAnd I will ask you if tomorrow never cameWould you think or act the samePlease help the manPlease help the men behind their masksBehind their hands